Myron flushed and his eyes fell. "That's a rotten thing to say, Dobbins," he muttered.
"My mistake then. Sorry. Well, I'm for the old bed. I suppose I might have kept my mouth shut and minded my own business, like you said, but that mess of talk's been sort of accumulating ever since we came together and I feel better for getting rid of it, whether you do or not! Sorry if I said anything to hurt your feelings, Foster."
"Don't worry. You didn't. What you say doesn't cut any ice with me."
"Then there's no harm done, eh? Nor good either. It may make you happier to know that I've decided to take that room I told you about, though. The guy that's in it now moves out next Friday and faculty's given me leave to change. That ought to give you sweet dreams, eh?"
The next morning Joe was as cheerful and smiling and good-natured as ever, but Myron wasn't yet ready to forget, and his responses to his room-mate's overtures were brief and chilling. After breakfast, which on Sundays was a half-hour later, Joe suggested that Myron walk over to the village with him and visit Merriman and see the puppies. Myron wanted to go, for the day was chill and cloudy and generally depressing, but his pride wouldn't let him and so he answered shortly that he had seen the puppies and he guessed they hadn't changed much. When Joe had taken himself off Myron felt horribly out-of-sorts and was heartily glad when church time came and, immaculately but soberly attired, he could set forth across the campus. Dinner was at one o'clock, a more hearty repast than most of the fellows needed after a morning spent in comparative idleness. However, no one skimped it. Myron went right through from soup to ice-cream, becoming more and more heavy and gloomy under the effects of an overloaded stomach. He had been placed at a table near the serving-room doors, and, while some of his companions declared that you got your things quicker and hotter by being so close to the source of supplies, Myron disliked having the doors flap back and forth directly behind his back and detested the bursts of noise and aroma that issued forth at such times. Today he resented those annoyances more than ever and found the conversation about him more than ordinarily puerile.